Grace in the Chaos

The laundry piles high, like my mountain of doubt. Dishes in the

sink, and the noise is so loud. But I hear you whisper,

through the clamor and mess. Lean on me, child. I'll give you

rest. The world pulls hard , but your love

pulls harder . I stumble, I fall, you make me stutter.

Grace in the chaos, peace in the fight. You light my

shadows, you read my guiding light. When patience runs thin,

and the world's closing in, Jesus, you hold me again and again.